Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Thirteen

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Harry groans loudly, his head falling back onto the pillow, exposing the milky white length of his throat. Louis hovers over him, pressing openmouthed kisses along his boy's jawline, trailing the kisses down Harry's throat, occasionally sucking marks into his skin. "Fuck, you're so hot, H." Louis tells, his lips brushing across skin as he speaks, his voice heavy with lust.  

Harry whimpers, wrapping his arms around Louis' neck. "Louis, want you."

"Yeah?" Louis pulls back, a grin covering his face. "What do you want me to do, baby boy?" His fingers ghost down Harry's sides, until he's gripping Harry's thighs and hauling them up and around his waist.

Harry grinds his hips upward, aching to feel Louis against him, see if he's as effected as he is, but Louis' hands quickly come to his hips and pin them to the bed. "To-ouch, me." Harry stutters out, staring up into Louis' dark eyes.

Louis rewards him by grinding forward, his brief-covered bulge rubbing against Harry's own bare one, while simultaneously grabbing a handful of Harry's hair and bending forward to kiss him. It's a sloppy kiss, filthy. Moans leave their mouths as Louis' hips speed up.

Harry's back arches off the bed, pressing himself closer to Louis as he ruts upward to meet Louis halfway on his next thrust, mewling. "Lou."

"So pretty." Louis mutters almost inaudible, a groan following. "Harry." He says.

But his tone is completely different; instead of lustful, it's... worried?

"Harry!" Louis says again. Harry's body is shaken. He blinks and... he's sitting up in bed, fully clothed, looking over at Louis, who's watching him with furrowed eyebrows. "Harry? Are you okay, darling?" Louis' gaze pierces him, very different from the way he was looking at him in his dream. Oh god, Harry thinks, a dream.

Harrys cheeks darken, and he ducks his head. "'M fine, Louis." He tells him quietly.

Louis isn't convinced, but he lays back down on his back, his arms wrapping around Harry and pulling him down with him. Harry realizes the aching in his briefs too late. Louis gasps, his eyes darting down to Harry's face, taking in his flushed cheeks, tense posture, and lack of eye contact. "Love... it's okay. No need to be embarrassed."

Before Harry can attempt to stutter out something, anything, to change the topic, Louis slides his hands down to his hips and- oh. "L-Lou, what are you- ah."

Louis presses his thigh more firmly, guiding Harry's hips to roll against him. Pleasure tingles throughout him from the friction against his clothed c0ck, but Harry tenses, wide green eyes looking up at Louis' face. "Lou," He tries again.

"It's okay, darling'. It's okay." Louis hushes, kissing Harry. Harry's fingers tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of Louis' head, moaning into his mouth as he begins grinding forward on his own accord.

"God, you're beautiful." Louis breathes out, moving his mouth to the boy's jaw, sucking a mark into the skin.

Harry groans out his name, his eyes slipping shut in pleasure. Unable to help it any longer, Louis gently pushes the green-eyed boy on his back, making him whine at the loss of contact. But before he can even blink, Louis' on top of him, straddling his hips, his own grinding forward, causing the two to let out moans.

Harry wraps his legs around Louis' waist, rutting forward to meet Louis' next thrust. "Jesus," Louis pants against Harry's throat.

"No- Not Jesus, ju-st Harry."

Louis' movements halt, despite Harry's cries, to stare at him incredulously. "You did not just..."

"Louis, please." Harry pleads. Louis sighs, but he's smiling. He grabs onto Harry's hair, tugging his head back (gently of course, he doesn't want to hurt his mate), exposing the milky white skin of his throat.

Louis leans down, biting his collarbone. Not hard enough to actually pierce the skin, but enough that he feels it. "I'm gonna bite you here one day, gonna claim you." He promises. His mouth moves to the area right above it, nipping at the skin until a bruise shows.

The vampire pulls back to look at the boy laying underneath him; with his messy hair, eyes so dark Louis can't see any green, flushed cheeks. He's a proper mess. And he's all- "Mine," Louis growls out, rutting forward with a renewed vigor. Harry cries out, clutching at Louis' t-shirt as his back arches.

"C-Close, Lou." He warns. Louis doesn't deter, if anything he goes even harder, faster, until Harry is coming in his boxers.

He rolls off of him then, both of their chests heaving. "Well, that took an unexpected route." Louis speaks up eventually, turning his head and shooting Harry a grin. Harry blushes red as a tomato, quickly bringing his hands up and covering his cheeks.

Louis grabs his hands immediately, pulling them from his face. "Don't be embarrassed, doll. It's perfectly okay. Now," He opens his arms. "Cuddle."

Harry dimples, though his cheeks are still red, and turns on his side, laying his head on his chest. Slowly Harry falls asleep, unaware of Louis slipping into the bathroom a little while later, hand already in his pants. 

So that happened lol
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